Neighborhood Visits

Inwood

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Despite living in Manhattan my whole life, I have only travelled to Inwood a few times. I have visited the park and the Cloisters before, but I have not spent significant time anywhere else in the neighborhood. It is always interesting traveling to parts of Manhattan that are not loud and crowded like most of the borough is. I think that this trip would have been especially interesting to someone who is not accustomed to New York City and has little knowledge of the area besides the stereotypes seen in the media.

Our class trip also allowed me to see many things in the neighborhood that I had previously not known about. Specifically, I enjoyed the visit to the farmhouse. The story of its preservation, how ancestors of the original owners bought it back with the intention of protecting it, was especially interesting to me. Besides this story, many aspects of the house caught my attention. The proportions of the house were tiny, by modern standards, and it was interesting to think that people used to be smaller than they are now. I have read reports about this phenomenon before, but walking through the small doors and staircases of the farmhouse provided a fascinating visual comparison that was difficult to grasp through words. The small structure in the backyard also intrigued me. The bars on the windows along with the large padlock on the outside made me think that it was a storage container of some sort but it is not clear what would have been stored inside.

Shades of Light Black

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At first glance, Inwood seems gloomy.  This is maybe a reflection of the cloudy sky and rainy weather.  It is uncharacteristically cold for this time of year and the clouds almost seem to connect with the wet concrete.  When waiting for other students near Starbucks, which people leave with outstandingly pink wrappers, we (the early arrivals) spotted a rack of books covered by a sheet of plastic.  It was an unmanned book swap.  The books that were left were old travel books or advice on pregnancy, but the appearance of the book swap showed a strong sense of trust in the neighborhood.  Right there, across from a commercial coffee shop, was proof that the Inwood community had strong community values.

As we walked through the streets, I noticed the landscape of squat buildings and brick apartments.  On the side of the road was a free newspaper dispenser (I am guessing this neighborhood is proud of its literacy).  To my surprise, the publication inside was in Spanish.  At that exact moment, Professor De began to talk about how the neighborhood used to be have a dominantly Spanish community but that it was currently undergoing a cultural shift.  Later, we saw the Irish pub, apparently one that had lasted through the changes, and the scenic parks.

The first park we viewed was not too impressive.  It was a sandy base with what seemed to be a real live cannon.  However, as a community piece, I could not imagine it to be more than a dog park.  The last park we viewed, however, had winding paths like Central Park, possibly for the same reason (to appear larger).  We saw several cliffs that seemed so far removed from Manhattan, with waves crashing down below.  Inwood is right next to the Harlem River, and the rock surface was surprisingly steep.  We were on the bridge looking below for a bit and we noticed that someone had sadly lost their soccer ball which was wedged between two stones.  Although the ball may have indicated that there might have been youth playing soccer in dangerous locations, we did not pass too many people on our walking tour.  The people that we passed were mostly older folks (it was early in the weekday morning), or people walking their dogs.

Although I did not get to go to the Dyckman House, sitting outside gave me a sense of the history.  The history that was exhibited (for $1 each) seemed largely capitalized and taken advantage of, which made me wonder who they were marketing this attraction to.  The outside was well manicured and the hedges were trimmed in a way that definitely did not stay true to its historical roots.  The signs were a bit cracked and weathered and the tour guide did not seem particularly enthusiastic to see our group (maybe because we needed a reservation?)  However, the house was well-maintained and the tour guide eventually let us see the house in smaller groups.

Oasis

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The subway held no wonders for me and the Dunkin’ Donuts breakfast had started the day off on the wrong foot. I mean hash-brown. The wrong hash-brown. Perhaps if I had devoured deviled eggs at the tea room…

The bustle of the the city had vanished. There was no clear pollution in the air, there were crisp breaths in and out of my lungs as I saw middle aged couples jog down their routine paths. How do I know it was a routine path? I had absolutely no discernible idea, it was the place itself, their run looked practiced, worn over. The run had become part of their relationship and for my curious pair of eyes, they were ingrained into a landscape painting of Fort Tryon Park’s slanting path.

Retracing my steps I found myself in a European landscape. An early birth had separated Hudson Heights from its midtown neighborhood brethren and made it the quiet one in the family. And I for one had found my favorite in the family. A welcoming vibe ushered me through its winding walkways and uneven terrain. The family trait of a grid structure was diminished in Hudson Heights and this metropolis as I knew from innumerable movie introductions turned around to reveal an unseen facet… and it was beautiful.

Nestled cozily within the semi-ultra-urban neighborhood lay Dyckman House, peacefully resting as visitors walked by, peering in but unable to quite disturb an old established silence. A blanket of history kept the silence intact as the woman ushered us through it’s hallways and proudly pointed towards the remnants of a life style that led the world centuries earlier. It was beautiful for what it was and the fire crackled a warmth as I imagined a well deserved evening’s rest in the armchair. The weather was in perfect sync to keep things at a cool slow pace, nothing to jump and surprise the bejabbers out of us. The walk was a trip into the past while consistently reminded of the present and the people of New York revealed yet another side to them. And it was beautiful.

 

 

In the Heights

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New York City is astounding. There is no other place in the world that encompasses the same amount of diversity as that within its 468 square miles. The Hudson Heights neighborhood visit exemplifies and is a testament to this wondrous quality of NYC. The impression that Hudson Heights radiates is unlike any other part of the city—one that emulates a quaint, peaceful Victorian village full of Gothic era apartment complexes, rather than a booming metropolis that never sleeps. It’s hard to imagine that this area, which is comprised of less than 50-blocks, and a 15-minute trip by public transportation from mid-town Manhattan, truly exists amidst the all too stereotypical viewpoint of New York City. The amount of history that is contained in Hudson Heights is overwhelming; the area has been subject to so many influences over the course of its relatively short life span, and all of these influences have culminated into what is currently observable.

Fort Tryon Park was an esthetically pleasing park. Although it was a rather overcast day, it would be safe to say that on a beautiful sunny day during the pinnacle of Spring, the park would be glorious. The views of the Hudson River and New Jersey on the other side were juxtaposed with the West Side Highway that ran underneath us. This juxtaposition demonstrates how much we have advanced as a city and in doing so, how much we have altered the natural beauty of the area, to make it all possible. One of the biggest losses as a result of urbanization is the loss of the natural beauty of NYC.

During the last part of our neighborhood walk we visited Dyckman Farm House. It is amazing to see how antiquated this building is and what it currently represents; for example sustenance agriculture. Again, the juxtaposition of the old with the new is incredible. Dyckman Farm house is surrounded on all sides by tall buildings, billboards, restaurants, supermarkets, and everything in between.

New York City is such a wonderful place to be because there is such immense dichotomy everywhere one looks. I have always known that this existed, but this vision was made so vividly made and so much more evident from our visit. From Chinatown to the Bronx, you never know how wonderful and diverse the city of  New York City and its inhabitants are until you experience it yourself.

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